Defenceless.

Chapter 6.

Despite mine and Gerard’s recent interaction, we spent the rest of our time there acting as if it didnt happen. After four days at the hotel, we went back home, and thats when things really bagan to change. We spent the entire time window shopping, sleeping, or drinking. I would sometimes look up only to find Gerard, and/or Izzy staring at me. Me and Gerard didn't do anything else after that night, though I really wanted to- I wanted him. All of him.
The car ride home was full of conversation, mostly about random shit, and I could tell everyone was feeling a little philosophical. It was mostly banter, and everyone was happy, until Gerard got a call from his boss.
His ring tone cut through our conversation, silencing us as he answered his phone.
“Hello?” He says, a small smile still on his face. It begins to melt off his face, leaving him with a blank expression.
“Ronnie, I told you I’d be back tomorrow-”
There’s a long silence, and I can hear Gerard’s boss yelling at him through the phone.
“Okay. I’ll be there tonight, what’s my shift?”
Gerard listens for a minute, before giving a quiet ‘okay’ and hanging up. I stare at him, but everyone else seems to be minding their own business. Gerard meets my eye, frowning as he puts his phone back in his pocket.
“What?” He says quietly, drained of emotion.
“I just- he can’t treat you like that, Gerard.” I say, shocked as to why I was the only one upset about this. He looks at me before shaking his head and looking at the back of Izzy’s seat.
“He can.”
“What- how can you even say that?” I ask, looking to Mikey and Izzy for help. Izzy’s staring at her lap, biting her lip softly, and Mikey just continues to stare at the road. I start to feel like they all know something I don’t.
“Gerard, what do you do for a living?” Once the question is out, Gerard flinches a little, as if I had touch him lightly with a hot frying pan.
“I’m a stripper.” He responds after a few seconds, still not looking at me.
“He still cant treat you like that.” I don't miss a beat, and my words are firm.
“Did you just hear me? I’m a stripper Frank, he can treat me however he pleases.” Gerard looks sad as he says it, as well as matter of fact, but he refuses to look at me the whole time.
“Your a fucking human being. You being a stripper doesn't change the amount of respect people give you.” I snap, shaking my head at him. I clench my jaw, and turn toward the window, keeping my eyes trained on the yellow line on the road that separates up from the other lane. My body is tense, as well as the silence between all of us, but no body attempts to break it. We drive in silence until we see the sign that lets us know were back into Believe.
“Mikey, take me straight to work.” Gerard demands, his voice firm. I grip my door handle, doing my best not to say anything. He just had to, didn't he? Just to prove a fucking point!
I don’t speak, thankfully, and Mikey just nods. We pull up outside a lively building, with lots of neon sides, and Gerard quickly gets out. He walks around the car to mine and Mikey’s side and knocks on Mikey’s Window, whispering something to him, before turning and strutting heatedly away. I watch him, my anger fading into sadness.
Why does everyone I love treat themselves like shit?
After Gerard goes inside, were still sitting there, everyone quiet.
“Where are we still here?” I ask quietly, trying not to let the pressure behind my eyes build.
“I don't know.” Mikey responds, making me squint at him. My question is answered when the doors of the bar are thrown open, revealing Gerard, and a guy I’d never seen before- he was about 5’8, with a full head of dark hair. He looked like a slum bag, an attractive, middle aged slum bag. Gerard and him walk to the edge of the sidewalk, arguing the whole way. Gerard’s face is pulled into a snarl, as is the other guys, though he looks more aggressive. I tense up and sit forward, watching as the guy begins to yell at Gerard. Gerard throws up his arms, yelling back, until the other guy shoves him.
I open my door, faster than Mikey and Izzy can realise what I’m doing, but when they do, I hear Mikey call after me. I’m not listening though, my eyes are trained on Gerard as he shoves the guy back, making him nearly fall. He’s quick to rebound though, and he attempts to punch Gerard in the left side of his face. I blind side him, and his fist never reaches Gerard’s face. I shove him, hard, so that he sprawls against the doors, his face shocked as he lands on his ass. He gets up, taking a swing at my face, which I block.
“Go get in the car.” I demand, looking at Gerard. He opens his mouth to protest, just as I swiftly move away from the guy. I grab Gerard’s wrist and bolt, pulling him with me. The guy yells incoherent things as we reach the car, before I shove Gerard in ahead of me. He slides across the back seat, allowing me in, and as soon as I shut the door, Mikey lurches forward, making the tires squeal as we exit the crowded lot.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Gerard yells, throwing his hands up in the air.
“What was that?!” Mikey yells, though I don't know if he’s talking to me or Gerard. I don’t answer anyway, my anxiety growing as we continue to drive. Then, to my surprise, Gerard starts laughing. And then were all laughing, including myself. Gerard looks at me as he’s laughing hysterically, and he scoots over to me, seeing as we didn’t put seatbelts on.
“You looked like a little elf, dodging that guys hits!” He laughs so hard I think he might choke, and everyone else laughs harder at that. Gerards chest is heaving from lack of exhaustion, and after a minute we manage to calm ourselves. Our laughs subsides to giggles, and then just the occasion chuckle, until it's finally just a grin. It wasn't as funny as we were making it out to be, but I think it was just a coping mechanism. Eventually Gerard’s shoulders begin to sag, and I know he doesn't think it’s funny anymore. He leans his head onto my shoulder, and I rest my head atop of his, feeling calm and his body pressed against mine.
“Thank you.” I whisper to him, low enough to where only he hears.
“Thank you, Frank.” He says it in a meaningful way, his voice as quiet as my own.
“Can I stay at your house tonight?” I ask, feeling overly confident. He nods against my shoulder, and rests one hand on my thigh, making a smile form on my face. I can’t tell if he’s upset about losing his job, or if he’s in an alright mood, so I just keep quiet.
We pull up to Gerard’s house minutes later, and we all head inside. I struggle not to reach for Gerard’s hand, but I know I can’t because of Izzy. I don’t want to hurt her. Izzy and Mikey go sit in the living room, but me and Gerard slip away. I knew it was suspicious, but I needed to hold him.
As soon as his bedroom door closes, his hands are all over me, and I press my lips needily to his. His hands grip my thighs, lifting me, before setting me on the bed, our lips never leaving each other’s.
It’s sweet, but needy, and I know this is more than just lust.
“I need you.” I whisper against his lips, pulling him closer to me.
“I know.” The words seem to hold some deeper meaning, but I don’t ask. I don’t want to push him.
“Are you still going to want me in the morning?” I ask, looking deeply into his hazel eyes.
“I don’t think I can ever stop wanting you now.”
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Gerard and I laid in bed for a long, long time the next morning, talking. He wasn’t weird at all, and neither was I. My head was on his chest as I laid sideways, his arm wrapped tightly around me.
“Your fucking beautiful when you cum.” He mentions with a smile, the arm that’s not wrapped around me reaching to play with his hair. I bite my lip and smile, enjoying the feeling of his warm chest beneath my head.
“I’m glad that I looked as good as I felt.” I respond, making him chuckle.
“You must’ve felt fucking amazing.”
I giggle and nod, pressing my cheek heavily onto his pale chest.
“Frank, I need to ask you something.” His suddenly serious tone makes me look up him, nervously looking him in the eyes.
“Don't worry baby, it's not bad.” He smiles at me, and i feel my heart gush at the wor ‘baby’. “I know that Izzy will be upset, but we cant be apart just because of that.”
“Gerard-” I say as i sit, up, but he quickly silences me. Was he really going to say what i think he's going to day?
“I need you, Frank. Please be mine. Be my boyfriend.” He begs, sitting up with me. He sits on his knees, his sheets wrapped around him to his waist as he reaches out to me, placing his hands on my cheeks. I slowly scoot back toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He uses his arms to lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, so that our bodies are pressed together.
“Can i think about it?” I ask weakly, nury my head into the crook of his neck.
“Of course.” He responds immediately. I let out a sigh of relief, and let him begin to rock our bodies calmly side to side, making a feeling of comfort wash through my body.
“Your the only person who's ever seen me naked.” I whisper against his skin. I begin to rub is back with my hand, feeling completely content.
“God, then i'm the luckiest person alive. Everybody else is missing out.” He responds, leaning his head down to kiss my shoulder. I giggle and continue to rub his back, until a knock at the door, followed by Mikey bursting through the door, interprets us.
“Gerard, you need-” Mikey stops talking at his eyes land on us, and i'm glad that i at least have a blanket covering my ass from his view.
“Oh.” He says, staring blankly at us. “Anyway, Gerard we need to go job searching. Were leaving in ten.” He runs to go, but then pauses and looks at us before smirking. “Actually, with how preoccupied you are, ill make it forty minutes. That should be enough for round two and a shower.” He closes the door behind him, and I begin to smirk at Gerard, considering raking Mikey’s advice.
“Round two?” I ask, but I can already feel his hard on.
He smirks and flips us to where my legs are still wrapped around his waist as he hovers over me, lovingly kissing my neck.
“Do you even have to ask baby?”
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“Will you come pick me up after you guys are done? I already kinda miss you.” I feel clingy as I ask, but he just smiled lovingly, nodding.
“Of course. We should be done around three, but if were later, i'll call you.” Gerard responds, pressing his hands to my waist. We were standing in his driveway, waiting for Mikey to come out of the house.
“Don’t rush. Finding a good job takes time.” I tell him, playing with the collar of his dress shirt. I stand on my tippy toes and silently ask for a kiss, and he happily obliged, kidding me with a grin on his face.
“Aww.” Mikey stands in the doorway of the house, the sound of his voice making us both look at him as we pull away. “You guys are actually really cute. I’m glad that you guys are finally together.”
“Well, were not-”
“Thank you Mikey. I’m glad too.” I cut Gerard off and give him a meaningful look, waiting for him to catch on. It takes him a minute of staring at me with a puzzled look, and when he does, his eyes are so happy i could cry. In one quick movement he swiftly picks me up, kissing me roughly. I kiss back immediately, feeling so happy that i literally tear up. He sets me down, looking happily down at me, until he notices my tears.
“Baby, baby, why are you crying?” He asks, concerned, placing a hand on my cheek. I smile, shaking my head happily.
“Tears of joy. I’m so happy I have you Gerard.” I tell him, grabbing the loops of his dark jeans and pressing his body to mine.
“I am too baby-”
“Okay, can we please go? This is cute all, but It’s been two hours since I told you to get ready. Gerard chuckles and nods, planting a kiss on my forehead, before hugging me tightly.
“Bye baby! Good luck! You too Mikey! I call out as they climb into Mikey’s car.
“Thank you my love! Have fun with your mom!” Gerard responds, as Mikey just waves. I watch as they back out of the driveway, smiling to myself.
My mom was coming to pick me up for lunch, which was very rare. I think the last time we ate out together I was 13. I go back inside, smiling at Jade as she came down the stairs.
“Hey Frank. Are Gee and Mikey already gone?” She asks, walking into the kitchen with me following.
“Yeah. I hope it’s okay I hang out for a minute, my mom should be here soon.” I respond, smiling sheepishly.
“Of course. Your welcome here anytime. Any boyfriend of Gerard’s is.”
“You know about that?” I ask, smiling a little.
“I knew he was going to ask you. I know Gerard very well, and it’s not all that often he really loves someone, but when he does, he goes the distance for them. He falls fast and hard.” She explains to me as she pours her coffee, swiftly moving as she does do.
“Love? You think he loves me?” I ask, trying not to smile.
“I know he does. He told me little while before he left.” She smiles, happy at the memory. “Do you love him?”
“I think I do. But please don't tell him. I want to.” I beg, making her nod.
“Of course.”
My phone begins to ring, my moms number flashing on the screen, making me answer quickly.
“I’m out front honey.”
“Okay, I’ll be right out.” I respond, before hanging out.
“I’ll see you later Jade! Thanks for the talk!” I say, turning away. I second guess myself last minute and turn back to her, hugging her quickly. She hugs back, and I pull away after a quick second, smiling warmly at her.
“Bye Frank!” She calls as I walk toward the door, opening it with a smile.
For a moment it felt as if I had a sister again.

Notes

Wowow mm didn't mean for things to go so quickly but yknow